Yesterday morning, we opened our garage door to find that some obnoxious jerk parked his pick-up parked directly in front of it. Jackass blocked us into our own garage! And our garage opens onto a parking lot! Which was only half-full! I testily knocked on doors in our apartment building and the one on the other side of the parking lot, hoping for someone to yell at, while Missy (more rationally) called the apartment office. Fortunately, they were open. Even more fortunately, the pickup's owner lives here and had his license plate on file. The office called him and gave him 10 minutes to move it before they called a tow truck. He wisely decided on the former, but I made sure he didn't get to move it without getting some angry comments.
THIS MORNING HIS PICKUP WAS PARKED IN THE HANDICAPPED SPOT!! Missy called the office again, they were pissed, and they're having his car towed immediately. Justice tastes sweet, like a melty sno-cone.
My sense of decency and I wouldn't survive in a real city.